Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.

The very rich and the very social are, often, the very stuffy.

I sometimes wonder ... if the land is not destroying the people who inhabit it as the people who inhabit it are destroying the land. A magic continent, a Peculiar Treasure, stuffed with riches, millions in it are starving in the midst of plenty.

One can summon courage and fortitude to face tragedy; irritations and frustrations are a cloud of mosquitoes that nip and sting and drive one frantic.

I am not belittling the brave pioneer men but the sunbonnet as well as the sombrero has helped to settle this glorious land of ours.

Take Texas the way Texas takes bourbon. Straight. It goes down easier.

I never would just open a door and walk through, I had to bust it down for the hell of it. I just naturally liked doing things the hard way.